100: Chapter 100 The Holy Envoy Was Abandoned

Hearing Oriental Chen's prompt, Yan Fangfang's heart settled.

"It doesn't matter if you don't agree, but your father might have to suffer a bit," the Red-Clothed Man continued to threaten.

"It's just some hallucinogens, and I can still deal with them," Yan Fangfang said, preparing to stall for time as Oriental Chen had advised.

"How do you know?" The Red-Clothed Man was very surprised.

"I know much more than you can imagine. If I'm not mistaken, your identity should be that of a Saint Emissary, right?" Yan Fangfang continued.

These words were all taught to her by Oriental Chen. She was also absorbing this information as she spoke.

"You even know about Saint Emissaries?" The man was even more surprised.

In just a few sentences, Yan Fangfang had bluffed the Red-Clothed Man.

"Not only do I know about Saint Emissaries, but I also know the Spirit Summoning Technique," Yan Fangfang continued to drop bombshells.

"Who exactly are you? How are you so clear about the sect's affairs?" The Red-Clothed Man was no longer calm; he knew that only those of his rank knew about the Spirit Summoning Technique.

"Those tricks of yours, in my opinion, are nothing more than child's play, nothing impressive," Yan Fangfang pretended to be profound.

"Putting on airs, do you think you can bluff me?" The Red-Clothed Man probed.

"Perhaps, but I'm telling you, while the pills you take can make you resistant to the virus, their side effects are also very significant," Yan Fangfang said.

"What did you say?" The Red-Clothed Man clearly looked a little nervous.

Oriental Chen had learned from a Red Coat Sect divine emissary last time that after taking a certain pill, they were able to resist the zombie virus. However, judging from their physical condition, it certainly wasn't without cost; he guessed the side effects were definitely not small.

"Now you've become neither human nor ghost, and I don't know what there is to be proud of," Yan Fangfang scoffed.

"You, you, you, how do you know all this? This is impossible!" The Saint Emissary was very shocked.

"I told you, I know far more than you can imagine. I'll tell you quietly, I can solve your physical problems," Yan Fangfang pretended to whisper.

The Saint Emissary froze, and the only remaining subordinate in a dark red cloak next to him trembled all over upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Yan Fangfang smiled triumphantly.

"With your pathetic state, you still want to deceive people? See, you've been tricked into lameness, haven't you?" Yan Fangfang thought.

"If she can really solve my physical problems, then this little girl in front of me is too valuable!" The Saint Emissary thought.

Not only did he have this need, but who in the sect didn't?

They had become powerful, but their bodies, which they themselves despised, had become their greatest pain.

"Look at me, while gaining strength, can't I also be immune to the virus? If you can leave the Red Coat Sect and abandon the dark for the light, maybe I can consider curing you~" Yan Fangfang continued to bluff.

The Saint Emissary remained silent.

"Oh, right, you can too. Why don't you follow me? There's no future with him. I understand, you were infected with the virus and had no choice but to join the Red Coat Sect. Now it's different, you have a better choice," Yan Fangfang, seeing that the Saint Emissary wasn't speaking, turned to start bluffing the subordinate next to him.

Oriental Chen had also guessed this point. Last time, he had discovered that the Red Coat Sect's level of developing forces was mediocre; everyone was just a poor soul persecuted by the virus.

The subordinate felt a little tempted after hearing Yan Fangfang's words.

He turned to look at the Saint Emissary, waiting for his attitude.

"How do you prove what you say is true?" The Saint Emissary asked.

He wasn't wavering; he just wanted to confirm whether what the girl in front of him was saying was true or false.

"I am the proof, and... the person behind you can also prove it!" Yan Fangfang said, pointing behind the Saint Emissary.

"What?" The Saint Emissary, reminded by Yan Fangfang's words, quickly looked back.

But it was already too late.

Under Oriental Chen's reminder, Tong Li decisively used the tag, and the Saint Emissary fell to the ground with a thump, his feet instantly decomposed. Then the nanobots did not continue upwards but crawled to his two arms, decomposing both arms as well.

At this moment, the Saint Emissary, without hands and feet, had become a cripple.

He roared furiously, but no one paid him any mind.

Much useful information could still be extracted from his mouth, so his life could not be taken for now.

The Saint Emissary's subordinate had completely lost the will to fight at this point and decisively knelt down and surrendered.

Not long after, Rong Po, who had drawn away the firepower, rushed back. Seeing the Zhanfeng Assault Team members lying all over the ground, cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"That was a close call!" Rong Po thought.

"Commander!" Entering the room, Rong Po saw Yan Zhengping lying on the office desk and jumped, shouting.

"Why are you yelling? The Commander is just unconscious!" Yan Fangfang scolded.

"Ah? Oh, oh! That's good, that's good!" Rong Po let out a long sigh of relief.

"Call a few people to carry him down and lock him up. Guard him closely 24 hours a day, no one is allowed to approach!" Yan Fangfang said, pointing at the Saint Emissary who was screaming on the ground.

"Yes!" Rong Po received the order.

"What is your position in the Red Coat Sect?" Yan Fangfang walked to the Red-Clothed Man kneeling on the ground.

At this time, the Red-Clothed Man had been controlled by the Zhanfeng Assault Team and was no longer dangerous.